Ayan’s terrace, son of a Bollywood film producer. For an unknown reason his terrace is scattered with boulders made of papier-mâché
The bedroom was decorated by his mother. She decided to indulge Ayan’s narcissism by framing and hanging pictures of him everywhere.
Devrath and Shreya on the railing. I needed a very long exposure so pictures are slightly shaky. This was nearly at dawn. A good time in Bombay.